"Close the blinds," Leo gasped.
It was the summer the streetlights flickered and died for good, and the cul-de-sac at the end of Holly Molly Lane became a kingdom of shadows.
Night games at Holly Molly Lane were never quite the same after that. But the kids kept playing. They just added one new rule: never, ever let the whisper count to zero.
"Maya," whispered a voice that was almost Sam’s but too thin, like honey stretched too far. "I found you."